Carrying buckets of paint, the crewmen slowly returned one by one from all over town.
Hob, the gnarled old sailor, came in whistling a sea shanty.
The Captain drew smoke from his pipe. “Did you do it?”
Hob winked. “As pretty as a picture.”
Cadmus smiled. “Good! Any trouble?”
Hob wiped his knife on a dirty rag. “Bloke by the Bucket gave some guff. Bit of a knife fight. Nuffink serious.”
The Captain took the harpoon off the wall. “Good. Watch the bar. I am sailing out to the Vernian. There is a shipment that needs to be … liberated.”